Out of Tune

Lyrics:
Folks, let your babies sing out of tune.
And don’t think we’re crazy
to howl at the moon.
For once in awhile
Mom’s favorite child
strays from the rest
doing his best.
The night hands us over,
spent like loose change.
And quickly forgotten –
a nightly mistake
whose lessons go on unlearned,
strangely assured
of our only worth
we’re kicked to the curb.
When the night hands us over,
spent like loose change,
we wake up.
Wake up.
Folks, let your babies sing out of tune.
I don’t think we’re crazy, you know
you howled at the moon, too.
These days where we live
it’s anything but an address;
we’re only doing our best.